Title: Tales of Maroon Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Main Characters: GokuderaxHaru

Song: "Tangled" from "Songs About Jane"

Standard Disclaimer Applied

A/N: (October 16, 2015. Edited. This story kind of makes my feminist skin crawl now.)

I'm full of regrets for all the things

That I've done and said

And I don't know if it'll ever be okay to show

My face around here

Sometimes I wonder if I disappear

Would you ever turn your head and look

See if I'm gone 'cause I fear

There is nothing left to say to you

That you wanna hear

That you wanna know

I think I should go

The things I've done are way too shameful

You're just an innocent

Helpless victim of a spider's web

And I'm an insect

Going after anything that I can get

So you better turn your head and run

And don't look back 'cause I fear

There is nothing left to say to you

That you wanna hear

That you wanna know

I think I should go

The things I've done are way too shameful

And I've done you so wrong

Treated you bad, strung you along

Oh, shame on myself

I don't know how I got so tangled up

Ohh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You better turn your head and look

See if I'm gone 'cause I fear

There is nothing left to say to you

That you wanna hear

That you wanna know

I think I should go

The things I've done are way too shameful

And I've done you so wrong

And treated you bad, strung you along

Oh, shame on myself

I don't know how I got so tangled up

Strung you along

Oh, shame on myself

I don't know how I got so tangled up

They were at it again. Two in the morning, all the lights on and their voices loud. Neither of them would give in, and they refused to end it without a winner. They both were stubborn, the urge to prove that they were right taking control. With no end in sight, Gokudera and Haru continue their fight.

"Why the fuck did you even do that in front of the tenth?" Gokudera loudly questioned, his voice filled with anger.

"Like I meant to! Do you think I enjoy having my swimsuit untie in front of a stranger, let alone Tsuna?" Haru snapped.

"You didn't seem to mind when he blushed!"

"Over my ass! Didn't you see me red from embarrassment?"

"You know what? I think you did it on purpose! You wanted to prove to me that you don't give a fuck about me! You wanted to show that you love Tsuna, and that I was some play thing you ended up marrying!"

Haru froze, her eyes growing wide. Then, with a burning fury they came back alive. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes held a crazed look.

"Do you really think that? Dammit Hayato! I don't think that! For one, accidently flashing a different man isn't a sign of love. It's was a goddamn accident. Two, who do you think that of me? Does everything I've ever done for you mean nothing because of some wardrobe malfunction?" she choked out. Her eyes began to water and pool with tears.

Gokudera watched, frozen by the sudden change. Did it really hurt her that much, him accusing her of not loving him? A string pulled in his heart, telling him that he screwed up. Big time. Haru sniffled, then made her way out of the room, quickly running upstairs to their room. Gokudera followed her.

The door slammed shut, pictures on the wall shaking. The door locked, keeping out an unwanted guest. He walked to the door and knocked lightly. Silence followed but was broken by a loud sniffle.

Gokudera let out a sigh, and let his head fall against the door. He said the wrong thing, and he now knew it. Why had he said it in the first place? Did he think that the ring on her finger meant that she thought he was the most beastly thing in the world and that he didn't deserve any love, let alone her's? Maybe that was true. Maybe he really didn't really deserve Haru's love. If he did he wouldn't have said otherwise.

He put his back to the door and slid down, as he suddenly felt tired. He was thinking now. Thinking of all the things that he had said and done to Haru. Why did hell she still stay with him? He didn't act like he loved her, but when in reality he loved her so much. His love just kept growing, yet he never seemed able to show it. He hardly ever uttered that he loved her.

"Haru... Come out please," he asked, his voice tired.

The only response he was given came in the form of silence. He let out a sigh, and he let his head fall back. He didn't feel sorry for himself, he actually felt sorry for her. Where Haru told him that she loved him, he would only say it when it would benefit him. Was that love? When Haru would stay up late at night if only to make sure he got home safely, he would grunt at her then climb in bed to sleep. It was hard to believe that she wanted to stay with him.

He didn't think she deserved that. So he stood up and walked away from the door. His feet took him back downstairs where he looked for his car keys. Seeing the spot from which they hung, he quickly grabbed them and made his way to the front door. He would leave her, and let her try again. It seemed it was the only thing he could do right now to make up for what he did. He shut the front door behind him. The noise it made caused his heart to do a painful flip.

He hurriedly made his way into the car, and in his rush he slammed the door louder than he should have. When he stuck in the key the engine came alive with a soft purr, and with a shift of the gears he began to drive away. He looked once he had pulled out of the driveway, and just as he about to drive away, he saw her standing in front of the window. She looked at him with a face of pure horror, and the sight of it made his heart pang painfully. But he reminded himself that he couldn't go back because he didn't deserve her. With one final, painful glance he drove off, heading to somewhere far away.

He ended up crashing at Yamamoto's that night, who quietly let him in and use the spare guest room. The swordsmen had a feeling that his friend didn't need his help yet, so without a word he left the Italian to his thoughts.

Gokudera noted that Yamamoto's wife was gone, as she was away for her own mission. But despite the lack of her presence, it still felt like she was there. Her love for Yamamoto, and vise versa, filled the house in every corner, and this feeling struck Gokudera like a knife. This feeling that filled the home needed the love of two people, not just one, and he certainly didn't remember his house feeling like this.

Gokudera sat heavily onto the bed and let a tired breath. He did it to try and clear his head, but it had little effect. His heart just hurt too much, and it felt as if something was grabbing and throttling his heart. Why did he have to feel like this when he was only doing the right thing?

He fell back, letting his body lay across the soft bed. He wanted to clear his head for a moment, to stop thinking, but he wouldn't be that lucky. His thoughts strayed to Haru, and he wondered how she must be feeling at that moment. After all, he had seen her face out of the window when he left. The way that she looked at him almost reminded him of a child who helplessly watched as his mother and father walked away from each other, all along knowing that the two would never be together again. Except it wasn't a parent leaving the other. It was him that was leaving her.

'Stop thinking like this,' he thought. 'You're doing the right thing'. But was that true? If he was doing the right thing, why did he feel so empty? Was he overreacting? Should he just go back now while there was still a chance to fix it all? But what if couldn't be fixed? He shook his head, trying his hardest to stop thinking. He felt the intense need to smoke, but realized that in his haste to leave, he had accidentally left his pack at home.

Home. Home was where the heart was. His heart right now wanted to go back, back to the cool floors, the warm bed, the smile of Haru. But he just couldn't. Haru had to run away from him, and run like hell. It was obvious to him that he didn't have any right to her heart, and staying with him would only make her hurt more. He had to handle this pain, if only to save her from more heartache.

He didn't sleep at all that night, for he simply couldn't put his mind to rest. It kept pondering, kept thinking, kept coming up with various reasons as to why he should stay away. All the while, his heart heard all of the reasons, but it persistently kept aching. It still stung, still bled, and still continued to beat, which made him angry on so many levels. He could not stand the fact that he was weak enough to fall this easily. Wasn't he the Vongola Decimo's right-hand man? Didn't he prove to be strong time and time again? It just was not right for him to feel this weak and small.

While his mind still churned out thought after thought, his cell buzzed inside of his pocket, alerting of a call, so he slowly pulled it out. He was too tired to actually look at who was calling him, and he blindly pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" he asked tiredly.

"H-Hayato?" a female voice asked. It was Haru. His throat clenched up, and his heart began to beat faster. He wanted to say something, but his tongue became dry and simply wouldn't do as he said. Just when he thought he could muster out a reply, she spoke again.

"Hayato, please come home," she whispered softly into the phone. " The house just isn't the same without you. I'm sorry my top came off, I really am. But, please, can you just come home? I'm so lonesome..."

Gokudera listened to her. and the more she spoke, the more he felt a bubbling sensation in his gut. Before he knew it, he started to laugh, and it was so intense that his whole body shook.

"Hayato? Hayato, what's wrong?"

He wiped a tear from his eye, and opened his mouth to reply. His voice would sound hoarse, and that would worry her, but he didn't care at the moment. He couldn't hold back his joy.

"I'll be home in a minute, amor. I promise."

He quickly hung up his phone and got up from the bed. He rushed past Yamamoto who sat at the table watching the news as he drank his morning cup of coffee. The stupid baseball head laughed when Gokudera nearly tripped on his own feet trying to get to the door. He was glad that he didn't have to help. He wouldn't be of any use without another cup of coffee.

Gokudera's car screeched a halt in front of the house. He hurriedly exited the vehicle and made his way inside. He all but ran into the living room, checking to see if she was in there. When he saw no sign of her, he rushed upstairs. When he made it to the door, he noticed that it was open. He stuck his head in and looked at the sight before him.

Haru lay in their bed, her folded hands resting on her stomach. She stared at the ceiling with such intensity, almost as if it had the answer to all the problems in the world. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her dark bangs covered her beautiful brown eyes. She looked so tired, and none too clean, but to Gokudera she looked like some fallen goddess.

He stepped forward from his place and made his way to her. He climbed into the bed next her, dipping the mattress so that she fell sideways. He lay down next to her, and reached over so that he could pull her closer to his chest. She closed her eyes, and so did he. Maybe it was the fact that neither slept well the night before, or the feeling that they were finally where they belong, but both peacefully drifted to sleep. But before the darkness could pull them under, Gokudera whispered something into Haru's ear.

"I love you."